Chapter 141: The Flame Lord

Wangyue Mountain.

The mountain is high and the water is deep. In a deep and magnificent cave.

Several scattered cultivators gathered, seemingly discussing something important.

The leader was called Nanming Mountain Man, who had widely sent out invitations to heroes.

He was highly respected in Wangyue Mountain, and there were several others below him.

One of them had a dark complexion, a big knife on his back, and a pretty female cultivator stood next to him.

The other one was in his twenties, with a seven-star copper coin sword tied to his back with a red rope.

There was another person at the bottom, Xiao Sheng, who had specially visited Ye Yang before.

"Have you ever heard about it? Feitianmen joined forces with Fengyu and Taiyi Qingmen to fight against Lord Qingming."

"I heard that Lord Qingming seemed to be seriously injured and escaped in the end, but Feitianmen and others are still chasing him closely."

"It is said that Gu Xuan secretly joined forces with the old man Fenghuo of the Blood Demon Sect to fight against Lord Qingming first. When he was injured, the old man Fenghuo killed him and took his golden elixir."

"Hiss!"

Everyone took a breath of cold air, and the beautiful female cultivator said: "This Feitianmen was unknown before. I didn't expect it to be so bold that it actually sold out the real person!"

Xiao Sheng said: "Everyone, Feitianmen is on the rise. I wonder what you think of my previous proposal?"

...

It was evening, the sun was setting, the mountains were green, the sunset was golden, and it was extremely dazzling.

In the dusk of the Feitianmen headquarters, a black dot slowly descended from the sky.

On the flying silver-spotted ray

The Feitianmen and other people were in tattered clothes, wounded, and looked heavy-hearted. In this battle, the former elder of the Feitianmen, Mo Niansheng, was seriously injured. Even if he recovered, he would not be able to improve.

Hall Master Helian died on the spot. In addition, three or four practitioners in the martial arts realm died.

However, fortunately, the Qingming Lord died and no one dared to despise the Feitianmen anymore.

...

The next day.

Gu Xuan called Ye Yang to walk into the ancestral hall together.

The tablets of the ancestors of the Feitianmen were placed here. In front of the ancestral hall, a huge earth pit had been dug out at some point.

The earth pit was rich in spiritual energy, and there was a spiritual spring below, which was just located on the spiritual vein node of the Feitianmen, and a layer of fine jade soil was laid.

This thing is extremely precious, and one pound of jade soil is worth a thousand spirit stones.

Gu Xuan took out a silver peach tree that was more than ten feet tall and covered with purple lightning. The two worked together to plant it in the jade soil.

"The torch is passed down from generation to generation, and it never stops. This peach tree has another sign engraved with the words "Xinhuo" and named "Xinhuo Jun" to commemorate the deceased. What do you think?"

"The sect monks are fearless and vigorous for a hundred years. How lucky to be able to walk with them."

Ye Yang sighed: "If the later generations can see the things and think of the ancestors, they will know that their ancestors had worked hard and started a business, and then they worked hard and had successors. It is really a blessing. This name is really wonderful!"

The purple lightning silver peach tree was born in the purple lightning, absorbing the nutrients of the jade soil, and the purple lightning light was bright and crackling.

Gu Xuan grabbed a huge bluestone next to it, split it in the middle, and wrote the big words "Xinhuo Jun" with his fingers instead of a pen, and erected it next to the peach tree.

Gu Xuan stroked his beard.

"This purple-lightning silver peach is a treasure for the revitalization of the sect. Although the price paid this time is huge, we are all heroes in the history of Feitianmen for bringing it back."

"And you are especially so. After discussion, the sect decided to let you and Wang Dong enjoy half of the harvest of this purple-lightning silver peach tree in a hundred years."

"As for other disciples, there will be other compensation."

Hearing this, Ye Yang was very satisfied. Although the purple-lightning silver peach is precious, it is difficult to cultivate.

A hundred years is enough for five fruits. With nearly one-third of the income of this spiritual peach, it is a huge treasure.

Gu Xuan then said: "But if you want to sell your own silver peach, you can only sell it to the sect, not to sell it outside."

Ye Yang naturally nodded.

This tree is quite precious. Before leaving, Mo Niansheng also broke some tender branches and prepared to go to Taohuawu for cuttings and grafting.

As for whether the second generation of silver peach can survive, it is not known yet.

Waving his hand, Gu Xuan said: "You are tired after the trip to the Longevity Boundary. Go back and rest for a while."

Ye Yang thought of the fact that many casual cultivators wanted to join the sect in Wangyue Mountain before, and tried to ask.

"Master, how is Wangyue Mountain now!"

Gu Xuan sighed and slowly said: "Where is Wangyue Mountain? After the Longevity Boundary appeared, Wangyue Mountain was split in half a long time ago, and many old monsters and demons appeared in the world. All the casual cultivators were devoured, and now it is a mess."

Ye Yang was silent. Wangyue Mountain, which was once prosperous, disappeared just like that.

He took out a jade slip from the storage bag, handed it to Gu Xuan, and said.

"Master, here is the list of many casual cultivators from Wangyue Mountain who applied to join Feitianmen this time."

"Among them, those in the martial arts realm have been marked separately, and the ventilation cultivators with special skills have also been listed."

Gu Xuan nodded, very satisfied with Ye Yang's approach.

"Are there any outstanding talents?"

For foreign cultivators who come to teach, Feitianmen has always been very strict and has to go through various inspections.

It's because they are afraid that they are enemy spies, especially masters in the martial arts realm. If they turn against us, the situation will be serious.

Ye Yang pondered for a moment, and then said: "Among them, there is a Taoist friend named Xiao, who is a second-level talisman maker. His own cultivation is at the second level of the martial arts, but he is old and probably has little potential for advancement."

"There is also a Taoist friend named Liu, who is a second-level spiritual mud master."

He picked up a few and told Gu Xuan about them, but Gu Xuan didn't care much.

"These two can be considered talents, but the others are not so good."

Ye Yang nodded, and at this time, Gu Xuan spoke again.

"The Tianzao fruit you offered before, the sect has found another main medicine. After a while, I will put aside my old face and find an old friend to refine the Wuyun Jindan, and then I will give you one."

The Tianzao fruit was given to Gu Xuan when he had not yet broken through the martial realm.

Now more than three years have passed, and it took Feitianmen three years to gather the elixir and refine it. It can be seen that the difficulty of refining this Wuyun Jindan.

After saying goodbye to Gu Xuan, Ye Yang returned to the old courtyard alone.

The courtyard was cleaned up by Xiu Ya.

During this period, she also began to practice under Ye Yang's guidance.

It's just that her aptitude is not good, so she has only just come into contact with the sense of qi.

Seeing Ye Yang coming back, Xiu Ya hurriedly threw the broom in her hand to the side and walked over.

"Master, you are finally back. I was really worried during your absence."

She reached out and touched Ye Yang's face.

She was relieved to see that Ye Yang was not injured.

Ye Yang stroked her fair and pretty face, sensing the fluctuations coming from her body.

"You have broken through to the first level of ventilation."

Xiu Ya nodded, with a hint of pride in her eyes.

"I also want to thank you for the elixir you left behind."

Ye Yang reached out and gently stroked her jade legs, and then extended to her jade feet. His ten fingers were slender, white and smooth, and she was wearing white socks.

Xiu Ya tasted the food and lifted her legs to his shoulders, letting him touch her at will.

"Be gentle, it's so comfortable"

The spring light is bright, the spring water is gurgling, and it is full of spring colors.